Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Far away the mountains are glazed in blue. I wish I could climb up them and stand, my fingers skimming cloud. I would watch streams run down your face and wind fling back your rocky hair. And I will watch you, mountain, erode.